A Quote by Tom Waits

We are buried beneath the weight of information. — © Tom Waits
We are buried beneath the weight of information.
We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness.
We are buried beneath the weight of information, which is being confused with knowledge; quantity is being confused with abundance and wealth with happiness. We are monkeys with money and guns.
It is a small soul, buried beneath the weight of affairs, that does not know how to get clean away from them, that cannot put them aside and pick them up again.
In an information economy, entrepreneurs master the science of information in order to overcome the laws of the purely physical sciences. They can succeed because of the surprising power of the laws of information, which are conducive to human creativity. The central concept of information theory is a measure of freedom of choice. The principle of matter, on the other hand, is not liberty but limitation- it has weight and occupies space.
What makes a date so dreadful is the weight of expectation attached to it. There is every chance that you may meet your soulmate, get married, have children and be buried side by side. There is an equal chance that the person you meet will look as if they've already been buried for some time.
Societies can be sunk by the weight of buried ugliness.
Buried beneath disappointment and fear, anger and pride, I just might find it in my heart to forgive.
Friendship must never be buried under the weight of misunderstanding.
If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.
Superfluous money buys wasted time, propelling desires that otherwise lay buried beneath the feet of honest toil.
Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.
Names, once they are in common use, quickly become mere sounds, their etymology being buried, like so many of the earth's marvels, beneath the dust of habit.
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.
Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.
When the truth get's buried deep beneath a thousand years of sleep, time demands a turnaround.. And once again the truth is found.
Love her as in childhood Through feeble, old and grey. For you’ll never miss a mother’s love Till she’s buried beneath the clay.
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